White Stones Can you believe? Why can't you see the pain in their eyes, the horrors in their lives? Stones in the meadow lined up row by row as far as the I eye can see reaching out for you The pictures in my mind are all that I have left a scene of what I've seen A tear becomes a smile I hold these white stones in my hands I hear them to talk to me Or is it just a dream? A dream within a dream Memories of the past racing through my head the last time that I saw your eyes is etched upon my mind Tears of sorrow Tears of pain Streaming down my face again I long not to forget these memories I have of you The pictures in my mind are all that I have left back a scene of what I've seen A tear becomes a smile I hold these white stones in my hands I hear them to talk to me Or is it just a dream? Could this be a dream? Fading pictures on the wall burn down to my soul Sometimes it seems as if they're calling out my name Just like the endless fields of stone like a sea of sorrow I long not to forget these memories I have of you.